[Vilturj] Initiating a Call, the B'lethra.

[moonvoice]

I have all the materials for my b'lethra now (plait magic), including a few extras. I also managed to find some metal bells, which is a huge bonus, since I can use them in a multitude of other works too. For us they have nothing to do with middle-world wights, but more to do with calling the upperworlds and sky gods, and also to 'rain down luck.'

Shaking bells at the earth is like calling rain onto parched ground, it makes your magic more real. :) (Even now I have the string wrapped around my wrist, thrice knotted and belled, to announce myself to the gods. This is before the offering, to make sure I am heard when I make my offering.)

It is a strange thing, to give up on your own existence, to romanticise what it might be to not be here anymore. Today I dreamed of a life that ended at death, that did not literally go on and on, eternal (for that is my spirituality, and where I stand). I dreamed of what it must be to be an athiest, and know that when you finish that last breath, you are flesh and bone and only 'reborn' into those trees in a cellular, but non-spiritual manner.

I still haven't really found that 'will' yet. I am drifting. Hello dark night of the soul, so eloquently composed into music by Ms. McKennitt.

In the meantime, my wrist is dingling! It is dingling! I missed the sound of wrist dingling. Yes, it's the small things in life really.

What I don't get is, how can I both be so despairing, as I am in this instant, and yet also anticipatory of the energy I am to weave? How can I be both plotting ways to end myself, as well as plotting ways to further myself? Haha. Lesavny. I get it now. Walking a thin edge between worlds huh?

Mmm. Your sense of humour never fails to be completely lost on me. Trying to trick a trickster, but then, you staked your claim and in turn I claimed you back.

So I wonder then, being as mighty as you are, if a humble raven can trick you too? For surely the story of the Raven and that wisest of Spiders has taught you not to underestimate those who creep and crawl and even flutter noisily in your forests?

Perhaps.

Comments

[shadowbebe.livejournal.com]

*BIG HUGS* cause you need them my dearest friend

Keep typing away...you're kicking some ass!!!

Love you!!!

[rainsingingwolf.livejournal.com]

What I don't get is, how can I both be so despairing, as I am in this instant, and yet also anticipatory of the energy I am to weave? How can I be both plotting ways to end myself, as well as plotting ways to further myself?
I understand. :)

I don't put bells around my wrist, but around my ankle. I think bells are absolutely wonderful when it comes to ceremonies. I may just be partial, though, because back when I was little, bells were used quite a bit in the Catholic Masses. There's something about the little tinkles to the bing-bong's to the ding-dong's to the Bommmmmmmm's that is just very...uplifting or downbringing depending on what their used for.

And on the more mundane note: Keep writing! You're doing great, and I'm slightly jealous because you're ahead of me. :D

[sidheblessed.livejournal.com]

To be honest, what you're saying makes a hell of a lot of sense psychologically. It's like you now have the energy to feel everything you've been feeling whereas before you were too sick and too deep in what I call the Pit to have the energy to even think of doing something about it.

*hugs*

I hope your b'lethra works out well. It sounds quite fascinating.